Cruel Summer
Oh, sweet Bananarama with your 80’s one-hit wonder. Such a catchy little tune, isn’t it? Bum bum bum bum-bum bum bum. What is that? A xylophone? I’ve never been sure. Anyway, the lyrics ...
We’re Busy…And That’s Perfectly Okay
“Hurry up, we’re going to be late!” I say it more often than not. I say it as my husband frantically searches for his keys, as my kids hastily stuff tacos in their mouths, as ...
Happy Mother’s Day to the Mother Who…
Happy Mother’s Day… To the mother… who paces the house at 2AM with a screaming infant. Who spends hours upon hours Googling diaper rashes, thrush and the best brand of ...
Faith, Family, Uncategorized, Writing
Month 7: The First Recital
I used to title the posts pertaining to my mother’s death by the number of days she’d been gone. Day 11, Day 42, Day 87. I kept up with those days the same ...
If I Didn’t Have Jesus, I’d Probably Be in a Straitjacket
I’ve never worn a straitjacket. However, I’ve forgotten my coat at a freezing fall softball game. I pulled my arms into my shirt to keep warm and sat there looking ...
Day 111: Living
One hundred and eleven days since my mother’s beauty graced this earth. One hundred and eleven mornings I’ve woken up and immediately thought, “She’s gone.” It’s been an awful one hundred ...
Letting Go
I stood at my mother’s kitchen door and watched the large moving truck painted with ivory keys and musical notes back into her driveway. As the truck reversed, the gears ...
Day Eighty: Rejoicing in Sorrow
It’s old news that my mother passed away eighty days ago. It’s old news that my father died when I was eleven. Four years have come and gone since we lost my ...
Day Seventy Seven: Anger
I don’t know the five stages of grief by heart, although I should after all of the “grief” reading I’ve done over the last seventy-seven days, but I do know ...
Holiday Heartbreak: Missing My Mother
My father died four days before Thanksgiving 1992. I was only 11, but I well remember that Thanksgiving meal at a chain restaurant. I remember poking my fork at dry mashed ...